**IT COMES IN TWOS** **Verse 1** Some folks say it's just coincidence, A trick our minds can play. But I've been tracing little circles Showing up along the way. Two women born on the same November day, Two little miracles changed my world that way. One gave me a little boy... One gave me a little girl... Funny how the same date Can hold your whole world. **Pre-Chorus** Maybe it's nothing... Maybe it's grace. Maybe life's just leaving fingerprints We never can erase. **Chorus** It comes in twos... Like life keeps leaving little clues. Some call it luck... Some call it truth. Maybe Heaven's drawing circles, Maybe I'm just passing through. I quit trying to solve it... Started counting all the good. Somehow every winding road... It comes in twos. **Verse 2** I wore prison blues before I wore this cowboy hat. Found redemption one hard lesson at a time after that. Served my country... Built my dreams... Cleaned horse stalls before daylight streams. Now I build for tomorrow, Trying to leave something true. Funny how the road behind me Still points to something new. **Pre-Chorus** Maybe it's faith... Maybe it's time. Maybe every broken chapter Helped the next one rhyme. **Chorus** It comes in twos... Like life keeps leaving little clues. Some call it luck... Some call it truth. Maybe Heaven's drawing circles, Maybe I'm just passing through. I quit trying to solve it... Started counting all the good. Somehow every winding road... It comes in twos. **Bridge** I used to chase the answers, Trying to make it all make sense. Now I just thank the ones beside me, And the ones Heaven already sent. If there's a blueprint... I may never understand. But I know every scar, Every second chance, Helped make me who I am. **Final Chorus** It comes in twos... Not every question needs a proof. Some things are numbers... Some things are love... Some things are the people God places in your life. I stopped searching for the reason... Started living for the view. Looking back, I finally see... It wasn't really about the numbers... It was always about the people. And somehow... It comes in twos. **Outro (spoken)** Maybe the patterns are real. Maybe they're coincidence. Maybe they're just reminders to slow down... To notice the people who changed us, The moments that saved us, And the blessings we almost missed.
